Secret Affair Pocket Fm Mga Nobela at Kwento

As I stomped in frustration, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and yanked me into a storage room. I screamed and struggled, only calming down when I smelled Emilio's unique herbal scent. He panted lightly. The top three buttons of his white shirt were undone, and the drug made a blush spread across his taut chest. He looked beyond sexy. I couldn't help but swallow, and Emilio saw that. He chuckled and tilted my chin up, his voice husky and lazy as he asked, "Like what you see?" I pushed him away, embarrassed that he'd seen through me. I stammered, "N-No…"

he asked again, this time more pointed. I narrowed my eyes. “No. Why do you ask?” “There’s a rider from the store at the security station. A package. Says it’s from Channel and addressed to you.” I sat up slightly, interested now. “You should have a look into it,” I said, motioning for him to handle it. He gave a short nod and left for the security station. I exhaled slowly and leaned back into my chair.

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

She put to bed a happy baby boy, who looked more chubbier than his elder sister did and he ended up buying the heart of everyone as well. Their lives were blessed as they lived in the most happiest moments of their lives forever. Their love started with a SECRET at first but it was a beautiful COUNTRY ROMANCE. THE END.

Street scenes from the city. I couldn't take it with me. Someone would find it. Someone would know. But I couldn't burn it either. I opened my suitcase. The one packed for the honeymoon I didn't want. Found the inside lining. There was a pocket. Small. Hidden. I slid the sketchbook inside. Zipped it closed. One piece of Felix Laurent, hidden where Marcus would never look. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number. I picked it up. Read the message.

SIERRA ​I looked down as the bump had jarred a hidden spring-loaded compartment in the side of the desk. A small, shallow drawer had popped open just a few inches. My breath hitched. ​I glanced at the man who was narrowing his eyes, suspicious of the sound, but from his angle, the desk blocked his view of the secret drawer. I had seconds. ​I reached down with my fingers trembling so hard I could barely grip the contents. Inside wasn't money or jewelry. It was a small, charred leather wallet and a stack of folded documents. I pulled them out and tucked them behind the book I was holding.

Park halts. "I must say he has our secret code of withdrawing cash without anyone's notice wherever he is" Park adds in explaining briefly. "What should be our next move?" Liam asks anxiously. "Safeguarding our bank secret portal" Park suggests. "Done that last night" Liam said and Park gradually close the documents. "Let's hold on then" Park said and Liam nods wall king to his seat. "Have you had breakfast yet?" Park asks. "Can you ask something else like have you eaten Amber?" Liam asks bluntly and after realizing it, he rubs his forehead.

Slowly, my ear followed the sound, which came from the jacket's secret pocket. It shone brightly, a red light. However, I couldn't figure out how to open the secret pocket. After minutes of trying hard to open it, I tore the fabric where the glow was. I grabbed the item right away and discovered a small chip. I kept a close eye on it. After it stopped flashing, I noticed something that resembled a dot button. The sudden sound almost made my heart jump out of my heart. The chip is tiny, but the sound almost deafens me. I pressed the dot button, and someone immediately spoke to that chip.

Names that appeared for six months, then vanished into a clerk’s shrug. Sean’s pencil was an instrument, not a fidget. He circled dates, drew arrows between initials that repeated across departments. “This one—H.K.—signs off on ammo requisitions and rail clearances. H. Koerner? Kappel? Doesn’t matter yet.” “Geheimhaltungsstufe,” Silvia murmured, tapping a stamp. “Secrecy level. Tier three. You didn’t get that for experimental boots.” Terry mimed a rifle. “Long grey thing—pew pew—”

The President’s secretary said and she thanked her before stepping out of her office to retrieve it. It was a folder. She took it back to her office and sat at her desk contemplating on whether to open it. It was sealed and it didn’t say who it was from. Alyssa ripped it open and pictures her and Richard having sex slipped out on the desk and floor. Her eyes widened. She picked them up quickly. At last a note was found in the folder. It read: ‘Such a naughty President. Does he know what you did? Don’t worry he will soon find out.’